SWAT Hardkore Helloween 2019 (Show)

[SWAT Team]

Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the XHF presents ....

Jeremy Tucker: Hello everyone and welcome to Winston-Salem here in North Carolina! I'm Jeremy Tucker alongside Andrew Fulton and we are about to embark on a historic evening.

Andrew Fulton: That's right, someone in that locker room is going to join the likes of Killboy Powerhead in 1995, Hans Schmutzhausen in 1996 and 1997, "Superstar" Joe Jeffries in 1998, Eerie Von in 1999, King in 2000, Robert Hunglestien III in 2004, "The Straight Shooter" Andrew Sinclair in 2005, "The Rising Sun" Marty Donovan in 2006, Andrew Karnage in 2007, Lucifer Jones in 2008, and most recently Beezelbozo in 2017.

Jeremy Tucker: Beezelbozo and Marty Donovan have a chance to become a two time winner and join Hans Schmutzhausen who won it back to back in 1996 and 97.

Andrew Fulton: The second ever two time winner could happen tonight.

Jeremy Tucker: Fans, if you haven't seen one of these, you are in for a treat. Four barbed wire battle royals, falls count anywhere, you have to pin your opponent to eliminate him.

Andrew Fulton: That's right, Jeremy. Then those four winners compete in The Gateway To Helloween barbed wire tag team match. The winning tag team then will face one another in a barbed wire match to win the 2019 Hardkore Helloween Cup.

Jeremy Tucker: Many of the men in this match have said they grew up watching this match and now get to see how they will do in the cruel confines of the barbed wire.

Andrew Fulton: These factions that have begun forming are more important than ever as everyone could benefit from having a friend in one of these things.

Jeremy Tucker: Well, without further ado, let's get to the first Helloween battle royal!

[The camera pans out to show the ring with barbed wire wrapped around it. The opening bell rings and the spotlight hits the ring announcer standing at ringside]

Frank Salazar: "Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Hardkore Helloween!"

[The Winston-Salem crowd roars and holds up their signs as spotlights scan the audience]

Frank Salazar: "Our first contest is the Hardkore Helloween battle royal. Each participant is to be eliminated by pinfall until there is one last man, or woman, standing!"

[The music starts to a dark arena with a pulse that matches the music. Suddenly deep purple lights come on and out struts Cox. He pauses at the top of the ramp and plays to the fans for a second. BOOM! A line of purple pyro shoots from the ground. He starts to walk down the ramp slowly, stopping to take pictures with women and kissing all babies in his path. When he gets the the ring he continues walking around acknowledging the fans, all the way back around to the steel stairs. He makes his way up the steps, stopping at the middle of the ropes facing the fans. He looks around with a more subtle smile now, turning to the ring with a more serious face before entering and loosening up while his music comes to an end]

Jeremy Tucker: We last saw Robbie Cox on the losing end to "Pro Wrestling's Own" Jonnie Valentine. Robbie Cox is a former adult performer, trying his best to make it in the world of professional wrestling.

Andrew Fulton: Oi, what is he doing getting in a barbed wire match when that's an alternative?? He could be the craziest bloke in this match.

Frank Salazar: "Featuring first, from Houston, Texas, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall, and weighing 220 pounds...ROBBIE COX!!!"

[Cox gets a tepid reaction from the Winston-Salem crowd. Brian Acres walks down to the ring to no music]

Jeremy Tucker: And here comes the up and comer Brian Acres. He's recently been part of losing efforts against Hell's Destruction, Jonnie Valentine, Marty Donovan, Tuxedo Mask, and "The Ruler" Paul Blair.

Andrew Fulton: Brian Acres has a chance to make a real impact here if he could even pin one person, as he's usually been dominated fairly easy around here.

Frank Salazar : "From Las Vegas, Nevada, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing 250 pounds...BRIAN ACRES!!!"

[The fans applaud politely. Something more than "Dancing Fool" by Frank Zappa pumps over the PA. Pyros explode. TJ Zousa jumps through the curtains, busting moves for the Winston-Salem audience in sync to the tune]

Jeremy Tucker: The OZ's are here! These two are probably best known for the dance contest they had with the Indian Assassins in Memphis.

Andrew Fulton: You just don't hear enough Frank Zappa for ring music these days.

Jeremy Tucker: As a tag team here, they're going to be at a distinct advantage, having a partner to watch their back.

frank Salazar: "And coming down to the ring, first from Rosario, Sante Fe, Argentina, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall, weighing 231 pounds...TJ ZOUSA!! His partner is from Oslo, Norway, he stands 6 feet 3 inches tall, weighing 242 pounds...BRIEN O. THOMAS!! They are THE O-Z!!!"

[The Winston-Salem crowd gives them the first big pop of the night. Then Nimbooda Nimbooda hits the cheers turn to jeers. Rajiv Khan drives down to the ring in his taxi cab. He and his brother Mohammad get out and stands on the roof. They poses for the fans, then Rajiv runs down the bonnet and somersaults onto the aisle]

Jeremy Tucker: Another tag team here that could be helped not only by the fact that they have a partner in the match, but that they're boss Paul Soutter booked this entire match.

Andrew Fulton: Not true at all. Luck of the draw.

Jeremy Tucker: As usual, they have been sent to do the dirty work.

Frank Salazar "They are from Mumbai, India; both standing 5 feet 11 inches, and weighing 219 pounds, RAJIV AND MOHAMMAD KHAN, They are THE INDIAN ASSASSINS!!!"

[The North Carolina fans boo. Sabrina Sinstone begins jogging down to the ring]

Jeremy Tucker And now we make history as women are allowed to compete in Hardkore Helloween this year, starting with Sabrina Sinstone!

Andrew Fulton: Oi, this is a total disgrace if you ask me, Jeremy...

Jeremy Tucker: I honestly didn't...

Andrew Fulton: Barbed wire wrestling is nowhere to be for a lady.

Jeremy Tucker: Well Sabrina and the other women wrestlers competing here to make history like Joanne Canelli and Lynn Brewster disagree.

Andrew Fulton: Women typically disagree with me, Jeremy. That's nothing new.

Frank Salazar: "From Hollywood, California; standing 5 feet 5 inches, weighing 125 pounds, SABRINA SINSTONE!!!"

[Crowd cheers. "Peel Their Caps Back" by Ice T blares thru the arena and the Bandit Mobil makes its way down thru the ramp way. Soutter and Bruno standing in the back. It drives down to ringside and they make their way into the ring]

Andrew Fulton: And here he is, the man himself!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter has severely stacked the deck here to get himself the easiest first match he could, hoping to be as fresh as possible for the Gateway to Helloween tag team match in the next round.

Andrew Fulton: Again, where are you getting this from, Jeremy. Soutter can only wrestle the matches he's booked for. Joe Pesci thought that this was the best match to open the show.

Jeremy Tucker: You can't actually believe that.

Frank Salazar: "Finally, accompanied to the ring by his bodyguard, Bruno. From Melbourne, Australia; Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall; Weighing 364 pounds...'THE MAD DOG FROM MELBOURNE' SOUTTER!!!"

[The arena rocks with boos and Soutter soaks them all in. Rajiv Khan and Mohammad Khan surround him as the rest of the field stares him down. The referee signals for the bell]

Andrew Fulton: And we're off!

Jeremy Tucker: Brian Acres charges at Soutter but Rajiv Khan smacks him between the eyes with a tomahawk chop!

Andrew Fulton: That was a close one.

Jeremy Tucker: Brien O. Thomas takes Sabrina Sinstone over with an arm drag. TJ Zousa runs at Soutter but Mohammad Khan takes him out with a spinning heel kick.

Andrew Fulton: Protect your team captain!

[Soutter grabs Brian Acres by the hair and throws his face into the barbed wire!! The Winston-Salem crowd "OH!!"s at the first barbed wire spot of the night]

Andrew Fulton: And the KGB draws first blood!

Jeremy Tucker: Robbie Cox scoops TJ Zousa up and slams him hard to the mat. Soutter now striking Acres on the back of the head, driving his face farther into the barbed wire!

Andrew Fulton: Soutter showing these lads what Helloween is about!

Jeremy Tucker: Robbie Cox grabs an armbar on Sabrina Sinstone. Brien O. Thomas grabs Soutter from behind with a sleeper, peeling him away from a bloody Brian Acres.

[Soutter signals for help, and Rajiv Khan grabs Thomas around the neck and snaps back into a russian legsweep]

Andrew Fulton: Side Indian Legsweep!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter now laying in some stomps on Brien O. Thomas. Meanwhile, Brian Acres attempts a hiptoss on Mohammad Khan, but Khan reverses it into a tornado DDT!!

Andrew Fulton: Soutter takes a few steps and drops that big leg across Brian Acres' bloody face!

Referee: 1...2...3!!

Frank Salazar: "BRIAN ACRES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!"

Andrew Fulton: Big Sout got the first elimination just like that!

[The fans boo as Soutter holds up one arm]

Jeremy Tucker: Brien O. Thomas hits Sabrina Sinstone with a nice dropkick! Sinstone stands up only to be hit with a moonwalk backfist by a dancing TJ Zousa!

[The crowd cheers! The TJ Zousa dances with delight! Brien O. Thomas sees him dancing and looks mad]

Andrew Fulton: I think Brien O. Thomas would like his partner to take this more seriously.

Jeremy Tucker: He tries to clothesline his own partner! Zousa ducked and it nearly took Mohammad Khan's head off!

Andrew Fulton: Friendly fire turned not to friendly!

Jeremy Tucker: Brien O. Thomas grabs Soutter from behind in a waistlock, but Rajiv Khan rocks Thomas in the side of the jaw with a european uppercut.

Andrew Fulton: That's an Indian Uppercut, thank you very much.

Jeremy Tucker: Meanwhile Sabrina Sinstone comes out of nowhere with a flying rana off the top rope...

Andrew Fulton: But Soutter catches her!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter powerbombs her right into the barbed wire!!

[The Winston-Salem crowd lets out a loud "OH!!" as Sabrina Sinstone is crucified on the barbed wire momentarily. She crumples to the mat and Soutter makes the cover]

Referee: 1...2..3!!!

Frank Salazar: "SABRINA SINSTONE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!"

Andrew Fulton: He's done it again!

Jeremy Tucker: And the first woman in Hardkore Helloween has been taken out.

Andrew Fulton: Ah, you hate to see it.

Jeremy Tucker: TJ Zousa irish whips Robbie, but Cox reverses it and shoots TJ Zousa into the barbed wire near the corner!!

[Fans cheer! Zousa crumples into the corner, covering the laceration on his cheek. Brien O' Thomas pulls Soutter into his legs for a piledriver but Soutter back drops out of it. Robbie Cox jumps to the second rope and plays to the crowd, who gives him a pop]

Andrew Fulton: Look who's smelled a bit of success?

Jeremy Tucker: Robbie Cox jumps down with a broncobuster, pushing Zousa's face into the barbed wire again!!

Andrew Fulton: Less dancing, more clotting.

Jeremy Tucker: Now Rajiv Khan comes off the top rope with a coast to coast dropkick, smashing Zousa's face into that barbed wire again!!

[The fans boo a smirking Khan, who gives them a little dance. Meanwhile, Robbie Cox climbs to the top rope and flies off with a flying body press]

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter catches him and flips him into a devastating full powerslam!

Referee: 1...2...3!!!

Frank Salazar: "ROBBIE COX HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!"

Andrew Fulton: I know you're bad at math, Jeremy, but that's three, count em, three eliminations from The Mad Dog from Melbourne.

Jeremy Tucker: I'm aware. Ugh, TJ Zousa is a bloody mess.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, he's not long for this one.

Jeremy Tucker: The Indian Express now double teaming Brien O. Thomas, working him over with stomps and chops. Soutter pulls up TJ Zousa by his blood soaked hair.

Andrew Fulton: I think we have a mercy killing coming here.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter grabs Zousa around the waist in a belly to belly, but TJ Zousa gives him a thunder clap to the ears!

[The crowd comes to life with cheers. Mohammad Khan comes over to help, but TJ Zousa points up in the sky and tells Mohammad to look up. When he does, TJ starts doing the Saturday Night Fever dance, popping the crowd]

Andrew Fulton: Oldest trick in the book.

Jeremy Tucker: But Soutter takes him out with a spear into the barbed wire!!

[Zousa face slices into the barbed wire and he falls to the mat unconcious. Soutter aggressively covers him]

Referee: 1...2...3!!!

Andrew Fulton: I don't think Soutter liked having his ears messed about.

Jeremy Tucker: And now we're down to just Brien O. Thomas and Soutter's personal goon squad.

Andrew Fulton: Hey, they have feelings, you know?

Jeremy Tucker: Brien O. Thomas knows the odds. The Indian Express go in for the kill, but Thomas is ready for them. He hits Mohammad Khan in the teeth with a superkick! And a dropkick for Soutter!

[The fans cheer as Soutter is almost pushed into the barbed wire by that dropkick but he stops himself. Meanwhile, Brien O. Thomas hits an oncoming Rajiv Khan with a clothesline]

Andrew Fulton: Wait, what is he doing?

Jeremy Tucker: Brien O. Thomas now peppering Mohammad Khan with a flurry of kicks in the corner that are knocking him into the barbed wire!

[The Winston-Salem audience tosses a soccer ball into the ring. Brien O. Thomas lights up an begins demonstrating his old soccer moves]

Andrew Fulton: Oi, this isn't football. It's wrestling!

Jeremy Tucker: And barbed wire wrestling at that!

[Brien O. Thomas kicks the ball back into Mohammad's face, and then over the barbed wire back into the crowd]

Jeremy Tucker: Brien O. Thomas turns around into an avalanche into the barbed wire by Soutter!!

Andrew Fulton: That's 364 pounds pushing him into that cursed wire!

[Thomas screams in pain and then collapses to the mat. Soutter makes the cover]

Referee: 1...2...3!!!

Frank Salazar: "BRIEN O. THOMAS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!"

Andrew Fulton: Soutter has got a clean sweep of the entire battle royal! He's done it.

Jeremy Tucker: Who'd a thunk it?

Andrew Fulton: Me, that's who.

[Soutter explains to Rajiv Khan that he wants his brother to lay down for them]

Jeremy Tucker: Oh, if he's so tough, if he's so powerful, why does he need to ask people to let him win.

Andrew Fulton: It's strategy, Tucker. Wake up. The Mad Dog of Melbourne will walk out of this match, as fresh as a daisy. His partner and opponents won't have a chance in The Road to Helloween.

Jeremy Tucker: Wait, I think Rajiv is having a bit of a disagreement with Soutter about laying down.

[Crowd cheers as Rajiv and Mohammad seem to be having second thoughts. Soutter tells them, "I've got it." as if he has a plan]

Andrew Fulton: Soutter grabs Mohammad Khan by the throat with both hands and lifts him in the air, choking the life out of him!

Jeremy Tucker: Rajiv Khan trying to pry Soutter off of his brother, but having zero success!

[Soutter tosses Mohammad down into the barbed wire, getting another "OH!!" out of the crowd. Soutter turns around and scoops Rajiv up into his rikishi driver]

Andrew Fulton: Soutter Special!!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter piles up the Indian Assassins and gets a running start and gives them both Soutter Splashes!

Andrew Fulton: He pins both men!

Referee: 1...2...3!!!

["Peel Their Caps Back" by Ice T plays and the fans boo. Soutter raises his arms in victory, then taps on his wrist to make the referee raise his hand]

Frank Salazar: THE WINNER OF THE HARDKORE HELLOWEEN BATTLE ROYAL #1...'THE MAD DOG OF MELBOURNE' SOUTTER!!!"

Jeremy Tucker: Well, when you get to hand pick your opponents, this is what you get.

Andrew Fulton: Get what? This was probably the best Hardkore Helloween battle royal I've ever seen!

[Bruno walks into the ring and tosses a couple of crumpled $100 bills on the even more crumpled bodies of Rajiv and Mohammad Khan]

Andrew Fulton: See? And they were even paid for their trouble. What a great boss.

Jeremy Tucker: You couldn't toss me into that barbed wire for $10,000!

Andrew Fulton: I honestly don't get you sometimes.

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter now waits to see who wins the third battle to see who he will be teaming with in The Road to Helloween match against the winners of the second and final Hardkore Helloween battle royals.

Andrew Fulton: (doing math) Ok, got it.

[Deleted]

( sitting around in the woods area being 1am and have a bonfire going where the fire is blazing high. In my heavy clothing for a cool evening. Surrounded by trees and a big house that I own here in the wooded area. And lately been having some bad flash backs hitting me here and there. Telling me to get back to my World Title as i did the first time. )

Hells Bouncer- As I am thinking to myself, As I sit here alone, do I need to destroy my own crew or be the Earl of Hell as I once was and have them as my followers, and Do I dare make the call and make it happen now that I get back the World Heavyweight Championship, under those circumstances, but is that what I really want. If anyone knew my whole story they would think the worse of me. but do I care. Is it worth it? Do I want that belt back so bad that I would sell myself to the real devil of SWAT?

( just then a sound coming closer to HB near his bonfire. )

Voice- Hells Bouncerrrrrrrrrr you know you can beat Suzi and you know you want to work with me and become the SWAT Heavyweight Champion again.

HB- ( looks around in fear ) Who are you and who is this?

Voice- All you need to know and see if my vision that you and I can work side by side and I can control your destiny in being the World Champion. Think about it Bouncerrrrrrrrrr. ( stiff wind blows through knocking out the fire )

( standing alone in the dark. No fire, No wind or voices just pitch black. )

HB- I want to be Champion, DAMN IT I will be World Champion.

( Just then Jewel Pulls up in her white ford avalanch, noticing HB shaking and confused. )

Jewel- HB what is wrong, HB snap out of it. What is going on.

HB- ( out of his mind and comes to his senses. ) Jewel, wow its good to see you. There was this voice and stiff wind blew out my fire from my bonfire, OMG I think the past is coming back to haunt me.

Jewel- Lets get inside before you get sick.

( so as the two were going inside the house in the woods where HB owns. And Jewel making him some Hot Chocolate and they sit and talk. )

Jewel- What is going on HB? You have an important match coming up at HardKore Helloween. Talk to me.

HB- All I can say is I need to go back to my old self. It started with me defeating Brian Miles to win the SWAT World Title. I need to retrace my steps. I think I need to go to that place of destruction again.

Jewel- What happens with the royal family?

HB- Your with me or your not. I have a lot to talk about and need to go back and be the man I was is all I can say.

( out of no where a voice in the home. )

Voice-- Bouncerrrrr take those steps retrace back to me and I will give you full detail and make sure your World Champion. ( lights start flickering on and off )

Jewel- What was that voice. Steps?? HB what is going on.

HB- I will come to you just give me the direction.

Voice-- first thing is first HB, go out there and make sure you win Bracket 3 at HardKore Helloween, Win or Lose then you follow me to the cellar of the arena.

Step 1- Go out there prove you still got it, and try to win this. But win or lose meet me in the cellar and there will be a taped recorder for you to listen to my next steps.

Step 2- Follow exactly what I need you to do. I will be watching you at HardKore Helloween. Meet again soon Bouncerrrrrrrrr....

Jewel- Are you really going to follow through this.

HB- Jewel the Royal Family needs me yes. But we need the World Title to be anything important in this company. People think I am a joke but whoever this voice is I believe and he/she believes in me. I must go.

Jewel- I will be keeping an eye out on you and inform Powerhouse. Go do what is needed and see you at the event.

HB- I need to go.

( Scene ends as HB heads to the arena and prepares for his next match )

[BlazeFNfreya]

“There was a man I knew back in Blackpool… An old man.”

-A completely black screen is shown with the familiar sound of a British Accent sparking our interest more and more with every word-

“I was sixteen when I met him.

He’d tell me stories of when he was a professional wrestler and I’d always ask him:

Why not return to the ring?

He’d laugh it off, saying he was too old for even one more match. Then he’d share that British Strongstyle wrestling knowledge with me.

“You win some, you lose some.”

“You’re only as good as your last match.”

“When times get hard, train to become better.”

Words from Good Old Hannibal.

-Chuckles-

I get it, you’re probably wanting me to get to the point, yeah? Well…

Two years into knowing this wonderful, caring and loving man, he passed away.

I was eighteen years old when this man died in my hometown. I was travelling, of course. I could’ve stopped in but I didn’t.

He was old, he’d remind me his time was coming n’ I understood everything he said, perfectly.

He taught me everything I needed to know to survive in this industry for as long as I have but it wasn’t until AFTER he passed away that I learned from one of the bookers in Blackpool that he, himself had quit wrestling after losing his last ten matches.

“Go out on your back.”

Was what he believed was the honourable thing to do in this business. I understood, but I didn’t agree.

I’ve had a rough time in this business from beginning to present, a lot of you are cunts. So, the reason I tell you this short story is not to gain your sympathy or to dedicate this match to Hannibal, it’s to give you an example of exactly what the fuck I WON’T be. I respect the man, I miss the man but I ain’t going out like that, ladies n’ gentlemen.”



-Our scene finally opens up to the backstage area where we see the woman behind the voice. The woman who has been struggling to get back on her feet since losing The Pan Am Championship in a game of musical chairs. She’s wearing her new custom black ring attire with a bedazzled police hat and matching shades on. She’s standing in front of a barbwire fence looking more aggressive, more angry and more ready to kick someone’s face in than ever-

“I’m not about to pretend I know the people in my bracket but I do know several people hoping to qualify and end up in the Main Event to see who is twisted and vicious enough to proudly wear the Hardkore Helloween Krown.”

-Blaze leans back into the barbwire on the fence and smirks to hide the pain on her face-

“I can think of at least one. And I understand, a lot of you probably think I’m full of shit because I haven’t exactly backed up my talk as of late. I get it, I honestly do and if I was in your position, I’d dog me too. My win loss record sucks, I put up a good fight against Cobryn and lost. I’m in no position to talk statistics with anyone in this tournament. That’s why I’m not going to. I’m going to talk about how I beat the current World Champion within an inch of her LIFE with a steel chair. I’m going to talk about how I’ve fearlessly stood up to whole STABLES in this company and came out looking like the most dominant bitch on the roster because of it! If you think I’m gonna lose again, you’re justified in thinking that way but I promise you, I’m going to give it everything I have to prove you wrong. I can only pray for someone like Sinstone, Rajiv, Marie Caedes or even Cobryn himself is in the finals but I can guaran-damn-tee you I WILL BE!”

-Blaze snarls and removes her shades, carelessly dropping them to the floor-

“I was so close to leaving this losing streak behind me, SO CLOSE. But close doesn’t count for shit in this business. Therefore, congratulations Cobryn. Welcome back. You did exactly what you said you’d do and you got yourself over at my expense. -Claps Sarcastically- I can’t tell you you didn’t earn the victory. I can’t make excuses but I can, however, tell you right here and now it will NEVER happen again. I have my eyes set on the prize, but in my case the prize isn’t JUST that beautifully twisted Hardkore Helloween Krown, it’s redemption. I’ve fought through hell to get here. I’ll continue fighting through hell to stay here, I’ve won some n’ I’ve lost some, that much is true. I’m telling everyone listening right now, it’s time that I win more than just a match here and there. It’s time that I win The Hardkore Helloween Krown and it is TIME that I win a place in the history books of S.W.A.T! You don’t have to believe me, you don’t even have to understand me. All you have to do is watch what happens next.”

-Our scene fades to black leaving us to wonder if Blaze will shock the world by making the biggest comeback in recent time or if she will suffer the same fate as this “Good Old Hannibal” and be forced to die in irrelevance if she can’t prove herself worthy of competing in the big leagues! Find out what’s next for Blaze Freya and all of your other favourite S.W.A.T Superstars ONLY on HARDKORE HELLOWEEN!!!-

[edwarddubin0604]

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira on the screen surrounded by fire and flame which they don't seem to mind.)

Vampira: "Tonight is the night where all hell is unleashed and Psychotic Goth shall be the one who unleashes it."

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight is the night that no one comes home. This is the night that only one shall win and win by being put through hell and who better than I, 'Satan's Chosen Warrior,' to do just that and that is to deliver hell to all in my way. I know who is going to suffer my wrath and I don't care if they know it or not. I've been warning them for quite some time and the Krappy Gluttonous Bitches and The Old Geezers Social Security Recipients and The Pension Greedy."

(He cackles and speaks in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I am going to be like Freddy Krueger and make sure I'm your worst nightmare. You bitches are finally going to be bleeding like sacrificial victims on an altar. The altar of 'The Psychotic One' and I shall make sure that you bleed and continue to bleed until my bloodlust has been fulfilled. I don't care who I go through as long as I go through some of you bastards. You see I'm one who enjoys going through the fires of hell. I enjoy going through any competitor and I shall make them feed on barbed wire and they shall spill blood."

(Psychotic Goth laughs and yells in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "You see I enjoy Hardkore Helloween since the brutality is going to be truly extreme and I shall enjoy doing it again and again. I was in previous Hardkore Helloween and I enjoyed bleeding and you all shall see why I enjoy the bloodshed and pain and agony of the ring battle royal. You see to me pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain and hell is paradise and paradise is hell. you shall find that out."

(He laughs demonically and roars in an ancient dialect.)

y Psychotic Goth: "Welcome back to the real world Royal Family and I see you're trying to play the role of the nutcase...."

(He laughs maniacally.)

Psychotic Goth: "Please Hells Bouncer just stick to what you really are and that's someone who's brutyal and needs sympathy to ghet a title shot. You aren't insane like me. You aren't maniacal like me. So why do you have to play pretend and be something you aren't. You keep changing and you have an identity crisis but look at me. Take a good look at me Hells Bouncer. Did you see me change my image. I don't change since I'm not a sell out like most of the roster. Look where it's got me after all this time. I cam close to winning EOD and thus making SWAT known."

(Psychotic Goth roars and bellows in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Now what have you done since losing your given SWAT World Heavyweight Title. I know what happened to you and that was you kept changing your image and you began boring people with your stinking promos. At least I kept showing life and we'll see if you can show some life in your career if you can do just that. Now let's see if you can actually win hardcore Helloween and meet your mystery lover in the bowls of the arena. How much love can you get out of that voice of yours when you win but that's a big 'if' and I don't think that will happen unless you have a miracle."

(He roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "We shall see but I'm not oing to predict anything but your failure. I plan on going all the way and I plan on winning sie I'm more focused than you and the rest of your so-called Royal Family. To the rest of the competitors 'The Kin g of the Goths' shall reign in the end of Hardkore Helloween."

(Psychotic Goth lowers his head and raises his arms before he flings his head upwards revealing his pale handsome goth like looks."

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight I shall be like a mad slasher going after his victims and do it relentlessly showing no remorse until his ultimate goal is reached and that is the final victims. I shall finish them and everyone else and be declared the winner in my ring. Then there shall be doubt who is the true representative of hell. Beware everyone I shall prevail and be your worst nightmare. There shall be no doubt what hell will be like when I spread my darkness even more through SWAT. Thus I have spoken and thus it shall be done."

(Psychotic Goth lowers his arms and the fire and flames dim and the scene slowly faces to black.)

[edwarddubin0604]

(Team Fairtex is in their lockerroom finishing warming up and putting on their KGB hoodies as the door opens and Glamourous Glenda enters.)

Tong Fairtex: "Glamourous Glenda. What can we do for you."

Glamourous Glenda: "I was wondering about your thoughts about Hardkore Helloween."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah I remember Hardkore Helloween like it was yesterday. It was over a decade ago when I was in my first ever hardcore Helloween event and it was really hell. There hasn't been any event since then until now. I remember being in the same event as our father, The Shootfighter, and I still remember when we were in separate rings at the time. I remember that Dragon Belt was the longest lasting combatant in his ring event lasting a little over an hours before being eliminated."

Phantam Fairtex: "Now that was a long time for a rookie back then."

Tong Fairtex: "It sure was brother. I didn't do so bad either since I lasted over forty-five minutes of hell and this time I plan on winning my rin g event whether the others like it or not."

Glamlourlous Glenda: "Wha would happen if both of you were in the same ring together."

(Team Fairtex eye each other and shrug.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Now that's an interesting question and that deserves an interesting answer. You see Glenda we're brothers and we're competitors in both singles matches and whoever wins this ring event wins....I mean hey it doesn't matter as long as KGB comes out on top and no member of the idiots who call themselves The New Society of the New Breed or the Royal Family who aren't even royalty at all except in the Renaissance Fairs or the fantasy roleplaying games. I bet they play the roles of Shrek or the crazed royals who keep in their tower while everyone else runs the kingdom."

Tong Fairtex: "What my brother means is Hells Bouncer and company will be lucky to get halfway through their ring events or events depending on the draw. I wouldn't be surprised if The New Society of the New Breed tries to sneak all their senile asses into one event so they can try so desperately to make the main ring match. We know Frostbite and company will be very active in this event but all shall fall to the KGB."

Glamourous Glenda: "I noticed footage of your first Hardkore Helloween event and it was quite interesting."

Tong Fairtex: "Don't tell me you have footage with plenty of memes in it."

Glamourous Glenda: "Actually it doesn't."

(She uses an iPad and the screen shows Tong Fairtex in the corridor dressed as Luke Skywalker with his face near the screen.)

Tong Fairtex: "Hey Hardkore World this is Tong Fairtex with your first ever Hardkore Helloween Report and I'm taking you into the lockerrooms of the various participants....."

Sasketeem Po: "More like making a fool out of yourself."

Tong Fairtex: "Come on Sasketeem it's going to be both fun and interesting. Now here's the door that leads to Kilroy Evans and Andrew Karnage. Let's see if we can get some comments from them....."

(He attempts to open the door but it's locked and knocks on the door but no one answers as Phantam snickers and covers his mouth. Tong clears his throat and eyes his brother who clears his throat with mock seriousness.)

Tong Fairtex: "Oh I see Syberus who seems to be having a few problems with the soda machine. Oh look at him go to any length to get himself a Vanilla Coke. Oh Syberus do you nedd some help with that...."

(Syberus sneers and he storms away.)

Tong Fairtex: "Okay he didn't need help or he already has some in his lockerroom already."

Sasketeem Po: "You're an idiot to antagonize him."

Tong Fairtex: "I wanted to help Syberus out. Is that a crimw....."

Sasketeem Po: "No stupidity."

(Phantam Fairtex bursts out laughing and Tong kicks him hard in the leg.)

Phantam Fairtex: "OWWW!.....Hey that hurts."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah I know. So Glenda where did you get that."

Glamourous Glenda: "I downloaded the footage from the internet."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah you can download anything from the internet including The New Society of the New Breed's old glory and we all know it's all their past glory."

Phantam Fairtex: "You still have to admit it was funny."

Glamourous Glenda: "Thagt was you in your rookie year."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah that was me in my rookie year when Jonnie Valentine signed me to a Hardkore World contract. That was few years before 'The never So Great' Syberus decided to takeover Hardkore World and run it into the ground which is what's going to happen if Frostbite or The New Society of the New Breed win Hardkore Helloween."

Glamourous Glenda: "Yet you said you were grateful that Jonnie Valentine gave you your start."

Tong Fairtex: "I still am grateful he gave me my start. You see it's not that I'm not grateful but SWAT is Soutter's promotion and we don't want him or anybody else taking over and harming the livelihoods of the roster. I mean think of The Indian Assassins or those assholes O-Z who won't be able to get jobs as jobbers in any of the XHF promotions. Can Jonnie and company justify that injustice. I don't think so and think of that zombie Radu Matei who had a great opportunity to free Lynn Brewster who doesn't hold any grudges against him. What happens? I'll tell you what happens he decides to be paranoid and gives Suzi Spitz his title."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's not honorable that's disgracefulness at it's worst and he's nothing but a worthless chump who's nothing but a piece of shit."

Tong Fairtex: "Now unlike that piece of trash who fails to elevate the SWAT World Heavyweight Title. Team Fairtex is going to actually do just that with these SWAT World Tag Team Titles. We did the same with the XPW World Tag Team Titles when that promotion was significant due to our dedication to that area before they dumped us.continue to

Phantam Fairtex: "So we're going to elevate our promotions tag titles to even higher levels. That's right we're going to raise these tag titles even higher to the greatest heights. Unlike the previous losers and the wannabe champions Royal Family. Team Fairtex shall hold these titles with honor and pride and not bore you with nonsensical words of wisdom. No we'll do that with more keep you awake conversation."

Tong Fairtex: "Now getting back to our ring match. We plan on doing this for both SWAT and the KGB and only SWAT and the KGB since we're one unit and we stand together with our great leader Soutter."

Phantam Fairtex: "We stand behind him and he calls the shots no matter what anyone thinks. It's kind of like being invited to join. You can accept and enjoy the benefits of being loyal or refuse and well see the consequences of not accepting the invitation. Soutter's going to be leading us and we know he'll be the last man standing in Hardkroe Helloween."

Tong Fairtex: "There's no doubt about it and KGB's going to make a statement that KGB and Soutter calls the shots in SWAT and everyone else just takes orders. If they don't like it too bad since they aren't excellent or worthy. By the way Happy Helloween and don't forget the post match celebration that Pesci's hosting. make sure you're dreswed up like fools and idiots. We're out of here."

Phantam Fairtex: "Right with you bruh."

(They leave as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[powerhouse1]

Sitting in the ring preparing for my upcoming bracket match and seeing the competition and going through the names I have a big test on hand for me. This is actually my first match where I do not have a tag team partner or 6 man match this is everyone for themselves if I am correct. People have told me to leave wrestling and stay retired but If i need to prove anything it will be in singles competition because I know I still have what it takes to be a champion.

You got men like Fairtex Team they are Tag Champions, they proven themselves in singles and tag teaming to where myself and HB, are not on the level it seems that Fairtex Team is. Then you got guys like frostbite, Goth, Suzi Spitz, they have accomplished so much in a short time and have proven themselves worthy enough to be the best and Suzi even being the current World Champion. Goth has been champion on many times in different areas of HardKore Champ and all. Frostbite being a tougher than hell opponent.n So I sit in this ring with the cameras rolling and me doing my promo. I now tell you about each of my opponents upcoming.

we have the following that I am facing off to in this bracket...

Tong Fairtex- He is prehaps tough in the Tag Team Division but not hot coming into singles where he did not pull off being World Champion so I mean he is still a threat but not much of one to me.

Frostbite- A man who is the biggest threat in this match to me compared to everyone else. he has beaten down my brother on many times in his career here and Frostbite could win this but I think a Superkick will end his streak of wins.

JR Wrangler and Kim- they both I do not know so breakdown. JR and Kim could be easy targets for me to take them down and beat them mercifully.

Blaze Freya- Here is a female who is tough next to the World Champion Suzi Spitz. Blaze could be a potential threat but I will take advantage when they are weak and she becomes a threat to easily target on.

Joanne Canelli- Don't know much about her but we will see what she possesses in the ring as i watch while i do my thing and see who has the weakest part to take out.

Benjamin Bolt and Trent Jones- Again I do not know these two but I will be watching video on everyone and I will catch and notice things that will show my one up and take down whoever i can crash the party on.

So in final this match is hard I will admit. But its time for the Superkick Party to arrive, and take down anyone and everyone I see fit. See you in the ring

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

The Biker Bar

An old biker bar is shown in the distance as trees are swaying in the wind. The leaves have fallen off most of the trees. Smoke comes from the old chimney. A single motorcycle sits outside of the bar. Empty beer cans and bottles are laying all over the ground. The sound of an old jukebox plays as the door opens to the bar. Most of the lights are burned out and the walls are full of graffiti and the furniture looks gross. A bald-headed man with tattoos sits at a table. he has a black leather vest on. He has a scruffy beard that covers a face that has seen a lot over the years. The name patch on the vest says T.J. The biker grabs the beer in front of him he drinks it and throws it.

“The fuck you want?” Trent Jones speaks to the empty chair next to him. “You think I am fucking joking with you boy?” Trent slams his fist down and knocks over the table, ”you want me to come to your home I will burn that mother fucker down and make your daughter watch. I told you I am done fighting bitches for low pay, this better for your sake be the real deal..” Trent takes a Bluetooth headset out of his ear and throws it against the wall.

Trent seems frustrated as he makes his way out of the bar. He steps outside and turns back. He flips the open sign to close. He smiles as he lets the door shut. He pulls out a key and starts his all-black light. The bike is loud and echoes as he revs the throttle more. He jumps on his bike and hits the road.

******

Small Town Minds

It's a few days later and Trent Jones (T.J.) is riding his bike through a small town. He pulls over for some fuel as he steps off his bike a man yells at him. Trent Jones is not a man to wear a helmet but he has on a beanie that says Killin It. His shirt under his vest as skulls on both sleeves. The back of the vest reads… Graveyard Ryders and the patch shows a grim reaper on a bike in a graveyard. His black cargo pants are dirty from the long ride.

”We don't need your kind here!” yells the man. ”We don't welcome gangs in this town. He walks closer, ”You need to leave.” The man is shaking his fist in the air.

T.J. reaches into his mouth and pulls out his dip and tosses it on the ground. He isn't in the mood to beat this guy's ass. He just wants to make it to North Carolina so he can kick someone ass and get paid. A night in jail won’t help his cause.

TJ stares at the man, ”look man I am not looking to go to jail and I am sure you don't want to end up dead so just shut the fuck up.” TJ takes a step towards him, ”you see I get paid to fight real men, not the bitches like you. You see I won’t have myself getting in trouble.” He takes another step, ”you see you seem like a badass but I can smell the shit in your underwear and I can see the piss stain”

The man starts to look scared. He steps back, ”look, man… I am so…”

Trent Jones grabs him by the throat, ”you see little bitch boy it's assholes like you that cause people like me to snap.” Trent lifts the man off the ground and sets him back down. “You see today is your lucky day, If I kill you right now or beat your ass there is a chance I miss my opportunity to make some much-needed paper.” TJ smacks the man on the face with a light tap and laughs as he walks into the gas station.

Trent throws a $20 down and grabbed a can of Kodiak and replaces the wad of chew in his lip he just spits out. He tells the girl to put the rest in gas.

“Thank you for not kicking my dad’s ass, he was not thinking right” the cute little country girl looks at TJ as he looks in her eyes. “You see he never leaves this little town and assumes that all tattooed bikers are bad because of the TV.”

TJ stops for a second, “Nah not all tattooed bikers are bad. Me I am one evil son of a bitch.” TJ reaches the door and turns back, “Look if I didn’t need this money I am going to get, you would be screaming right now.” He smiles a very evil smirk at her, “Either to stop beating your daddy to death… or you would be screaming and calling me daddy as I pound your little ass on that counter”. Trent Jones opens the door but turns back, “Don't worry I am coming back through in a week, If luck is in your corner I will choose option number 2.”

Trent walked past the girl’s father and just shakes his head as he walks bye. He grabs the nozzle and starts fueling up his bike. He finished fueling and fires up his bike and hops back on and hits the road.

********
The Hotel

Trent Jones parks his bike and opens up one of his side bags and grabs out a Black T-shirt. It has something written on it but he never opens it up. He walks towards the hotel entrance and he stops he removes yet another glob of chew from his mouth. TJ heads over to the counter and stops and looks at the young man at the counter. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone.

“Welcome to the best western, my name is Steven, are you checking in.” Said the young man.

TJ face changed to yet another quick smirk, “No I am just standing here at the counter because I wanted to know if I could fuck your little mouth.” Trent Laughs, “Of course I am checking in, do people actually walk in here just to hang out at the counter?” Trent gets serious, “My name is Trent Jones my agent has a room reserved for me.”

The Young man behind the counter finishes the paperwork and Trent makes his way to the room. He opens the door and tosses his shirt on the desk and flops down on the bed.

“So I am in some cluster of a match with barbed wire. Well considering I have done hard time I am not scared to be inside of the barbed wire. The part that gets me excited about this match is I have a list of victims. I am not going to pretend like I know who any of these people are.” Trent laughs as he tosses his dip on the nightstand out of his mouth. “One of these fuckers is named after a pair of jeans. Another one is named after being outside in the cold too long.”

Trent sits up and grabs some fresh dip and tucks into his mouth. He walks towards the door as the cameraman follows him. “You see this match is just the next step to me rebuilding my life and my family. This match is about me taking the next step. I can’t say I am a fan of working with others but after I win my Bracket I am moving on. So I will take some no-name with me to the next round.”

Trent Jones walks across the street as he enters a liquor store. He grabs a case of beer and puts it on the counter as he drops the last of his cash on the counter. The cashier hands him back some coins. Trent grabs the case and starts making his way towards the hotel.

“You see some guys get into this business to get the love of the fans, others get into this because they need trophies or in this case belts. Me i am getting in because I need money. I will take the belts as I go but don't get it twisted I am here to win because that is more money in my pocket.”

Trent opens the beer as he opens his door to his hotel room. He set the case next to his shirt on the desk. He sits down in the chair as he focuses on his beer. He turns to the cameraman, “So i guess this is where I am supposed to give everyone my life history and say why I am better than the rest of the assholes in this match.” He finishes his beer and opens the next, “Look I don't need to say I am better I am going to show I am better, I am better than anyone in SWAT and better than anyone in the network of assholes.”

Trent stands up and walks to the window and opens the curtain, he looks out at the town. “Funny I was born on Devils night and this Helloween match is all about being scary… you see I hate Halloween more than any holiday. Do you know why?” Trent drinks from the beer as he walks back to the desk to grab the empty bottle. He spits into the glass bottle. “You see this day encourages people to dress up and be something they are not. I see plenty of fake s mother fuckers walking around with fake tattoo sleeves on and dress as bikers, Serial Killers, Naughty Nurses… well, I like the sexy girl costume. But at the end of the night, we have assholes walking around acting hard and being scary but deep down they are just another chump.”

“I am going to make every night hell here in the SWAT and XHF. I am going to make people understand what Killin It really means. I am going to drive fear into the locker room and I am going to knock out some teeth. I am not here to make fans… but I will earn your respect. Fear is a form of respect in my book. Fans will not be surprised when I destroy their champions.”

Trent puts his arm on the window and looks down on the street once more, “The time will come and we will ride again… we will ride again.”

**************

The feed jumps to Trent Jones arriving to the arena. He has on the black shirt under the vest as he pulls in and parks his bike. He steps off of the bike and spits some dip juice and walks towards the entrance door. He fins a seat in the arena and looks down at the SWAT ring. He puts his feet up on the back of the seat in front of him.

“This is where the fight takes place. I would rather throw down in a bar or outside on the street. But this place will pay me fo’r fighting instead of paying to get out of jail. I had to design and entrance and pick a damn song… they said I could not just walk out and start punching. They also shot down my idea to drag the loser out of the ring and hook them to my bike.” Trent Jones shakes his head. “I am just here to fight I don't need to put on a fucking show. These people will sit in here tonight and will cheer on the destruction of people. Part of me wants to applaud them but then I realize that I am just a dog or even a cock to them in a fight. They don't care about me and I don't care about them. But it will be Trent Jones name they hear tonight… it will be my name people talk about at the end of the night.”

Trent stands up and starts walking towards the ring through the empty rows of seats. He climbs over the wall and slides into the ring. He stands and circles around looking at all 4 corners of the ring. Trent stops and looks at the entrance ramp and sees a SWAT worker running some cables. The guy looks at him and Trent Spits Dip at him.

“The names Trent Jones where is my locker room?” Trent just stares at the worker who is looking at the tip stain on his pants. “Did you hear me? I said my name is Trent Jones where is my locker room?”

The Man does not answer as Trent grabs him and tossed him into the wall and kicks the employee right in the head. “Can you now hear me now, never mind I will find it while you take a nap, I am killing It!”

Trent Jones makes his way to the back as the pre-recorded video ends.

[edwarddubin0604]

(The Hired Killers just entered the arena as Katie Moss comes up to them.)

Jade: "Katie what can we do for you."

Katie Moss: "I was wondering about your Hardkore Helloween matches."

Jade: "Let me tell you something. Hardkore Helloween is going to be just that and that's pure hell. You have a barbed wire ring and you have several competitors trying to scar you and act like their hardcore. Well be assured about one thing and that's I'm going to do what I have to do to eliminate everyone."

Katie Moss: "Including Lynn Brewster."

Jade: "Yes that includes my old rival Lynn Brewster. Believe me we're going to have plenty of fun beating and bloodying each other in the ring for one more time. Just like old times and like old friends letting off steam."

Katie Moss: "You seem confident."

Jade: "Who said I was confident. I'm just reminiscing about old times between us. Is there anything wrong with that."

Katie Moss: "No."

Jade: "Then that's that."

Katie Moss: "I guess. Kim. You have a tough bracket that includes JR Wrangler and Powerhouse along with Jade's husband Tong Fairtex."

Kim: "Yes it is a tough bracket. JR Wrangler's dangerous since he's on a losing streak and he could be one of the wild card's in the match.
Then we have Jade's husband, Tong Fairtex, who can be just as dangerous but even more. he wants to win and he wants to win badly."

Katie Moss: "He may be motivated by Powerhouse's comment about his loss to Radu Matei."

Kim: "That wouldn't be surprise but Tong's going to be more intense than ever."

Katie Moss: "Powerhouse called you an easy target....."

(Kim raises an arm to stop Katie.)

Kim: "Whoa....Whoa...Whoa! What did Powerhouse say about me!"

Katie Moss: "He called you an easy tsrget."

Kim: "He did, did he. Well Powerhouse better watch his back because when you mess with one of The Hired Killers or even talk smack about us. If you even think about taking us lightly. You don't want to mess with me do you Powerhouse. Do you really want to mess with me. You want to see how easy I am in a Hardkore Helloween ring. Well Powerhouse, do you? Well guess what Powerhouse you're going to see first hand and when you stare right up at me after I eliminate your overrated ass."

Katie Moss: "You definitely are going to be on a mission."

Kim: "The Hired Killers are going to be on a mission and we're going to kick ass no matter who's in our way. It's like we always say You got the money...."

Jade: "We got the time. We have plenty of time on our hands and plenty of competitors to deal with and we're going to deal with every one of them in our respective rings. Tonight it's going to be both The Hired Killers and KGB's night. There's no doubt about who shall dominate in my ring match and it's going to be me. There's also no doubt who's going to dominate in my match and it's going to be me."

Katie Moss: "Well I wish you luck and hope you win."

Jade: "Thanks and we're going to be two of the final four and two and if we have to fight each other we'll do just that."

Kim: "Until one of us wins and claims the Hardkore Helloween Cup as the first woman to do so."

(They leave.)

Katie Moss: "Well youn heard it from The Hired Killers. They seem fired up. Back t you guys."

[Deleted]

( at the arena preparing for his Bracket Match. HB in Black slacks and black suit shirt with red tie, in his locker room with the Royal Family portraits on the wall and a recliner and a small fridge with some drinks. )

HB- Now since I think im ok here without the distraction of the problem insisting voices that I been hearing. I have my cameras up and this will be quick and painless. I do not care who is in my bracket much less, I do not care who is in any bracket my point will be made clear I am defeating anyone and everyone who plans on trying to take me down.

( just then cameraman interrupts HB )

Cameraman- excuse me HB. Sorry to cause issue here but I was ordered to hand this to you.

( Cameraman hands HB a letter from SWAT )

HB- So I see ( as HB is reading the letter ) You know maybe I need to discuss more than 1 thing because I have a lot on my mind.

HB- 1st, I will be doing a documentary very soon on SWAT Live about the real HB and what does this all mean about me being here and who i truly am.

2nd- The Voice I been hearing as I have a great idea on who it is but not going into detail until after my upcoming match to meet him in the basement area of this building.

3rd- I see who I am facing and its pretty interesting as i will go over the names for those wanting to know and have not heard yet.

Goth
Radu
Drama
Buster Friendly
Lynn Brewster
Jade
Olympia
Marie Caedes
Russian Assassin II
Tuxedo Mask..

There the named individuals so that means I have a lot of work to do here because I feel my brother Powerhouse has it mainly easy though being in his first singles type match, though he has a lot of talent but not as big as mine. This talent I am facing can face me lots of trouble here.

First 2 men.. Goth and Former World Champion Radu. Goth I have had a hard time beating as of late. He took my HarkKore Title as Radu took my World Championship away so what this means is I am hunting 2 dumb asses and smacking them bitches around like no tomorrow. To get a sort of retribution for losing my belts in which I will soon take. And that about World Title I have something to say at the end of all this.

The Next 2 are Drama and Buster Friendly--- Sorry but no clue on these two and anyone big named in this match should take them out easily to try to advance.

The next 2 are Lynn Brewster and Jade-- Well finally some competition for me to snack on to prove i deserve to be the top dog in this company and don't get me wrong, Goth and Radu will be just as tough as Jade and Lynn Brewster but not enough to take me down.

The Next 2 are just as tough as nails-- Olympia and Marie, never faced one on one but I sure as hell know they can be top of the company because they have done impressive things but One, they have not beaten me. So oh well they will get Hells Bomb for sure.

The Final 2 are Russian Assassin And Tuxedo Mask-- Who in the hell are these guys??? I never heard of them maybe I just dont care so of all of us I see Four easy targets and the rest future World Champions. So I have a tough test ahead of me but it won't be easy to all my Bouncer fans.

HB- Cameraman get in close because I am making a statement on this..

( As Cameraman zooms in on HB )

HB- I have one final announcement and I made it clear on Social Media couple days ago. Our new World Champion Suzi and her opponent Timeless. I have got something for the winner. At the next PPV, I do not care who or how or why or what.

I am challenging the World Champion to a match for the World Championship. I was never able to get Radu. But I sure as hell will either eliminate you Suzi before your reign can begin, or Timeless well that will be your title reign Timeless because it wont be much time for you to hold that belt because Hells Bouncer is taking back home and I mean Home and you will know why then at the next PPV what I truly am. If this voice is who i think it is I will go to Hell to become champion again.

( HB undoes his microphone and leaves locker room )

[Timeless]

[We see a Cadillac parked on the corner of a suburban street, its night and they are under a street light, but the street light isn’t working, we zoom into the car and see behind the wheel Sir Winsalot, Timeless Alex Turner. He is wearing a gold silk Armani shirt, its unbuttoned the top half and his muscles ripple thru it, beside him smoking a cigar is SWAT Owner Joe Pesci. Joe is dripping gold chains ontop of a SWAT track suit and in the back in the middle is the Tastier than a Raindrop, sexiest of the sexiest, Roxylishus!]

Timeless : So the punk pulls Suzi on top of him thinking he has screwed us.

Roxylishus : I’m cold, can we turn the heat up?

Joe Pesci : (ignoring her) I am sure he is not the first out of it body Suzi has been dragged ontop off. I wish you guys had of told me she wasn’t down with us before i booked the match, it was meant to be three on one.

Timeless : Well, boss. If you know, watched the shows, you would have seen her try and keep us waiting, and you know we don’t wait for anyone.

Roxylishus : If we don’t wait for anyone, what are we doing here in this happy family’s street sitting in the dark?

Joe Pesci : (ignoring her) I watch the shows. I am a busy man, i must have missed Joanne jumping the gun and slamming the door in Suzi’s face.

Roxylishus : Suzi’s SLUT face Joe.

Joe Pesci : (smiles) Of course. My bad. Suzi’s SLUT face.

Timeless : I had it! I had the win in the palm of my hands. Well, the days of coming this close are over. Come Helloween. You’re looking at the SWAT World Heavyweight Champion.

Roxylishus : This bitch Suzi. Doesn’t she get it, the fans don’t want to see some floozy parading around, flaunting her sexuality. (Roxylishus subconsciously thrusts her huge breasts out as she is talking, Joe becomes hypnotised staring at them) Bimbo’s have no place in this industry.

[Timeless almost gets whiplash turning around at the hypocrisy of Roxylishus’s comments, Joe was already facing her ogling her cleavage. Across the road there is a business man walking to his car in a suit, he puts the key in and starts the car. ]

BOOM

[There is an almighty explosion and Timeless and Joe stare at the car and then at each other.]

Joe Pesci : Was it him? Did he get in the car?

Timeless : I don’t know!

Roxylishus : What? What just happened?

Joe Pesci : DRIVE! DRIVE!!!

Timeless : (flooring it) Who started the car? Was it him?

Roxylishus : Was it who?

Joe Pesci : I didn’t see! Damn it. Just get the hell out of here!

Timeless : (drifting around a corner) Man, that was some explosion. (He drifts another corner, then floors it down the highway) So, Radu thinks he has outsmarted the KGB dropping the belt to Suzi Spitz. But who is the one without a belt now?

Roxylishus : Us?

Joe Pesci : HIM! He is! And us, we still hold the book. So Suzi can hold the belt for us, she can promote it all over the world that she is the new champion, then ....

Timeless : Then come Hardkore Helloween! SHE_IS_MINE!

Roxylishus : How’s Joanne biting him like that. Kinky bitch, wonder if he is now a vampire also.

Joe Pesci : He better not be, the son of a bitch is hard enough to kill as it is. I told you though, i told the World he wouldn’t walk out champion at Gold Standard.

Timeless : Thank god im not in that barbed wire atrocity, what a nightmare. Half the fed will be in the hospital by the end of it, this hardcore shit is getting real old, real fast, thank god i rescued my belt and re christened it the Technical Strap. Together with the World strap it will be the most sought after belt in the whole of wrestling.

Roxylishus : (opens her phone and starts scrolling) Wow, the news is reporting about that fire we just saw guys.

Joe Pesci : Really? Any witnesses?

Timeless : What’s it say? Who was in the car?

Roxylishus : There are no details yet, just a lot of cops running around in circles.

Joe Pesci : Another day at the office for them Jamookes. Come on, we need to ditch this car, and quick, take a right up here, i know a place.

Timeless : (takes a right and then Joe points to a garage up the road, Timeless pulls up to the gate and it opens and he drives thru, the scene then switches from Joe in the garage talking to someone in the shadows and then back to the front where Timeless and Roxylishus are waiting out the front.)

This is it doll! This is the ONE!

I am SIR WINSALOT.

We are the KGB.

We like to Root and we make all the Loot!

We take out the Trash, and collect all the Cash!

We break your heart and tear you apart!

We make Stacks and break backs!

I’ll rupture your spleen and knock you out clean!

I am the Ultimate Male Supreme!

Every breathing Woman’s Wet Dream!

A God Damn Wrestling Machine!

Roxylishus : We want the FUNK!

[Unfadable]

[Trent Jones MR Bones.]

BackStage feed starts as Warren Webber is knocking on a door that says Trent Jones. After a few more knocks the door flies open and Trent Jones grabs Warren and drags him in.

“What do you want, I hate Halloween what the hell are you dressed like that creep that got caught touching himself in that theater” Trent Jones has a confused look, “what makes a man want to dress up like a creep, what did you think the furniture was going to talk to you? Ahhhhh ahhhh”

“I am not dressed like anyone” a very nervous Warren Webber answers, “I don’t even know who you are talking about”

Trent Jones grabs the man and slams him against his wall, “you know who I am talking about, you little creep. So tell me why I shouldn’t just end your sad life right now?”

“Please sir don’t hurt me!”

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! You said the secret word” Trent Jones acts all excited and runs around before kicking Warren Webber head into the wall.

“Dressing up to look like Peewee Herman is the dumbest thing I have ever seen. Almost as dumb as this place letting Suzi Spitz be called champion” Trent reaches down and stands up Warren Webber.

Trent Jones hold Warren Webber up like a puppet and he uses his other hand to move his mouth. Trent speaking as Warren Webber voice as pee wee. “Oh my this is Pee-Wee back stage with none other than Trent Jones.” Trent turns Warren head towards Trent. “So mr. Jones…”

“Call me Trent Jones or TJ but don’t call me Mr. Jones”

Continuing to move Webber mouth, “tonight you debut you here in SWAT. The fans are looking…”

Again before Trent using a squeaky voice finished he snaps back using his own voice, “Listen to that sound. it’s quiet I have no fans. I want no fans. I want to be left alone and when it’s time to fight I will fight.” Trent steps closer to the motionless Webber.

“But everyone wants to be loved”. Says Trent Jones as he moves Webber mouth. “TJ maybe you just need a hug.”

“Look before you make a mistake that will end your run with the company know that I am not really the touchy kind of guy. You see my fist like to reach out and touch you, my boots they like to feel your face. But me I don’t need a hug I need paper. I need money and unless I get paid to do this little interviews I think this may be the last one.”

“Oh wait you want to talk to the talking chair.” Trent Jones grabs the steel chair next to him he holds it up. “Pee-Wee you was offering a hug so come get some.”

With that Trent slams the chair into Warren Webber face and he falls to the ground. Trent looks at the chair and tosses it off camera. “I am not here to play these games, I am here to hurt people and make money… how hard is that to figure out?” Trent takes off his biker vest and removes his t shirt. He places the vest back on, “next time someone wants to ask questions send a man not some creepy little asshole like this guy”.

Trent Jones takes another step towards the camera, “Oh yeah I am not sorry. I am killin it”. Trent pushes open the locker room door and he walks out to common area backstage. He walks over to a food table and he reaches in and grabs a handful of wings.

Trent looks at some guy who is restocking the food and he snarls at him like an animal as he bites into one of the wings. “Grrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr! What you looking at, you want to talk to chair-e or learn what the surprise word or the day is just like Pee Wee did?”

“No… who is Pee Wee?” Says a very nervous young adult male working for SWAT.

“Great I thought you were dressed up as a sick kid and you were pretending that your dream was to serve food backstage at a wrestling event. I had no idea that the make a wish foundation actually would let you serve food… come here man let’s take a picture together”

The young man is pulled in close to Trent Jones and the young man nervously takes out his cell phone and takes a selfie. Trent smiles for another picture. “That’s great you get to live your dream. I almost feel bad saying this but this chicken taste like ass.” He tosses the chicken into a big pan of salad. “Not even good ass, you ever tasted an ass? Wait I am sorry with you being sick and or gifted you probably never got the chance. Well tonight after the show what if I take you to the strip club and we get you your first taste of…”

A very angry female walks over that looks to be about 20 years old. She has very red hair and light skin that is quickly turning red. “Excuse me my boyfriend won’t be going out anywhere with you tonight!”

“Well aren’t you just a little fire ball of sexy, the names Trent Jones and if you want I can introduce you to Mr. Bones”. Trent points down at his midsection as the girl grabs her boyfriend and storms off.

“I wonder if her carpet…. never mind who has carpet anymore.” Trent heads back towards the locker room and he notices a door marked suzi spitz. “You would think if she was going to pretend to be a champion she would be Suzi Swallowz but what ever.”

Trent keeps walking, he sees the medical staff entering his locker room. Trent shakes his head as he enters the room. “Look get PeeWee little creepy ass out of here”.

“Please don’t hurt me”. Says the male medic as he looks very scared.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! You said the secret word of the day…. what’s that Chair-E you want to party with him?”

Quickly the security backstage enter the dressing room and stand between Trent Jones and the rest of the room.

“Oh you yell the secret word and then you bring in your boys… I am not scared to use Chair-E on everyone.” Trent Jones is shaking the chair in the air and he holds it out towards the security team.” Trent moves towards the door, “you are all lucky I need money”

Trent quickly exits the locker room still holding the metal chair. He walks back past Suzi Spitz door and he writes for a good time call above her name. He chuckles once more and keeps walking. He walks outside and he sees a few crew members smoking. Trent doesn’t smoke anymore but he likes to smell it still sometimes.

“So what’s up guys I am Trent Jones the new badass here in SWAT and I am sure by now you heard to not fuck with me.” He looks at a guy near his bike, “that bike is my everything if something happens to it I will drag your ass all the way back up north.” He turns back to the door, “great talk”

Trent heads back at them he looks down at Chair-E “these fools have no idea what is about to hit them do they?” Trent Jones strikes the first guy with the chair, then the second guy he double taps him.

Third guy, “please man I will watch you bike if anyone even looks at them I will take them out. please don’t hurt me!”

“Oh shit it’s the secret word of the day. lucky for you Chair-e thirst for blood is good right now.” Trent smiles and walks back inside.

As he is walking he continues to talk, “see now people got the wrong idea, they think for Halloween I went as a monster… I am a monster”

“My enemies are around me constantly waiting to see me fail… the last of the great ryders stand here. The worst part is I will be forced to team with some swat reject. Just to move on. So my first night here and I will have my first 3 victories. People will know this was the night that SWAT finally had a man that was worth something.”

Trent Jones holds up the chair, “chair-e your so right I need to make a bigger splash maybe we just storm right…”

Trent stops speaking as the security team comes back and tell him to either head to the locker room or leave the arena. “Do it now”. Yells one of the security guards.

“Oh the 13 of you feel so strong together, but your good I need to take a dump anyways. Can one of you grab me a cold beer and maybe a sub or something.” Trent laughs as he walks towards his locker room.

“These people are in for a real eye opener tonight when they meet Trent Jones in the ring. I am going to drop some bodies tonight. I am cashing in my meal ticket and we ride again my brothers.”

The video feed ends as the people in the crowd don’t know how to respond to Trent Jones.

[frostbite]

Just outside in the parking lot here in as the wind is blowing really hard as we see trash and other debris flying here there and everywhere. Our cameras catch a wire getting wrapped around the tree in the back of the arena, the wind continues to pick up even more we even here what appears to be a clap of thunder as a storm might be approaching. The thunder is getting louder as it appears to be right on top of us. Our cameras are trying their best to get their focus as the wind is really picking up..

BOOM...

BOOM...

Our cameras search around the parking lot as the noise sounds like it is right next to us. Our cameras continue to look around the parking lot, until we come across two large men standing in front of a blue Ford Focus. One rather large who is leaning up against a wall with short black hair and wearing a black tee shirt with black jeans and black steel toe boots. He strokes his black goatee as he is looking at something with an intense look in his glowing red eyes that gives our camera crew that creeps them out. We see that it is Lucifer himself. However he is standing just watching as we once again hear what might be thunder. Our cameras move away from Lucifer.

We see another large man with his hands and arms up in the air as he comes crashing down on this Ford focus with all of his strength as he is putting dents on the hood of the car. This rather large man with short brown hair and wearing a tan tee shirt with gray sweats and brown boots, this rather large man continues to pound away at the hood of this car. We see that it is Doomsday. He certainly has an intense look in his green eyes as he continues to pound the hood of this car until the hood is completely dented in.

Lucifer: Damn, can you stop pounding that car. Do you have an idea you that belongs to.

Doomsday: Do you think I really care?

Lucifer: What has gotten you this pissed off. And besides you jump my shit last week because I took out a few lockers and you are worried about getting money taking our paychecks and we are out on here right now bashing some poor soul car and you will get thrown in jail and have to pay for a brand new car and yet you think I went overboard on some lockers.

Lucifer: Look I get the reason why you are bent out of shape.

Doomsday: It was my fault we lost cage match.

Lucifer: Dude, Frostbite and I, do not hold you responsible for the lost. We did not know we would have an army beat us. How many members are in that stable. It felt like the entire crowd was in that group.

Doomsday: I hear you, but we are two seven footers and 17 time champ by our side, we should not have lost that match. I can see why, Frosty needed help. But it appears to be not enough.

Lucifer: Frostbite talked about bringing in more help, but I told me we have this.

Doomsday: The bad part, I let us down because we could have gotten a future shot at the tag team titles after Frostbite got Paul to agree to it.

Lucifer: Look we will get a shot at those titles at another time and when we do, we will become the champs. However, tonight we have some other business to take care of.

Doomsday takes his massive boot as he kicks the headlights.

Doomsday: You are talking about this helloween I believe that is it is being called. The winner gets a cup.

Lucifer: Let me see there are four battle royal the winner of those must team up with somebody from another battle royal and then those two fight for the cup.

Doomsday: I believe that is the bases of it. Who in the hell is in our bracket. Battle royal or whatever.

Lucifer: Cobryn, yes I know a little about the man. He is tough, but he can be tossed out.

Doomsday: Phantam Fairtex, Ah one half of the tag team champs, we should make it out business to introduce him to the two men that are going to take the title from him and his brother.

Lucifer: Agree, Johnnie Valentine. I believe we owe him one for the cage match. He will get what is coming to him.

Doomsday: Kilroy Evans, he will get the same.

Doomsday walks around to the driver side and just ranks off the door and tosses it to the ground.

Doomsday: Wait a damn minute. I smell a rat in the room.

Lucifer: I believe Marty Donovan is in this battle royal and I believe he is part of this little group. I think Paul is trying to tell us something.

Doomsday: He is trying to say that he does not want us to win. But it is no use to complain about it what must be done.

Lucifer: Do not know about Alex Sims or Johnnie Rockstar. But they will get tossed aside.

Doomsday: Avery McCullen and Linda LaFrey are solid and are going to very crafty and know how to survive this, but they will not survive this onslaught.

Lucifer: But dude, think about it. All of them could very well gang up on us and toss us over the top ropes. Think about it why not go after the two biggest guys in this battle royal.

Doomsday: I am sure to some point they might be thinking about that has we are talking about it, but then again egos could play into this as well and they really believe they can do it by themselves. Valentine, Evans and Marty are going to work together.

Lucifer: And we will to.. I would like nothing better to have it come down to the two of us, the best big man win.

Doomsday: I like that sound of that. But it is going to be a tall order, but we must get out there and do the job. Sure the tag team match and blood awaits us at the end of it all. But hey spilling a little blood never hurt anybody.

Lucifer: if either one of us get that far. We could have Tong Fairtex, that would suck having to trust him, Jr Wrangler, he is not too bad but I have a feeling one of us would have to do the work.

Doomsday: This Powerhouse guy I do like. I think he could go a wild card, the size nobody would beat either of us. Kim I know she is married to one of the Fairtex and she is tough but how much can we trust her.

Lucifer: Blaze Freya is good, take nothing away from your skills. Joanne Cannelli do not really believe I could trust someone that runs with Soutter and his worthless crew.

Doomsday: Benjamin Bolt and Trent Jones do know much about but I am a feeling that might not last long to find out.

Lucifer: Which leads us to Frostbite.. Think about it, we team up beat whoever and we fight Frostbite for the cup. I know we could beat him.

Doomsday: You know Frostbite will hear this right. I do like that sound of that.

Doomsday takes a huge boot once again and kicks the window from behind the driver side.

Lucifer: Can we please get the hell back inside and prepare for what lies ahead.

Doomsday: I am just warming up. Before this night is over, Satan Disciples will be well known here.

Lucifer: Let the blood begin to flow.

The two laugh as they head back inside as the cameras zoom in on the destruction of this car.

Jeremy Tucker: Strong words from the two seven footers. Certainly my favorites to win at least there part of the battle royal.

Andrew Fulton: I think that was my rental that Doomsday destroyed. What in the hell is wrong with that man. I need to call the police and have him arrested.

Jeremy Tucker: And have took look over my shoulders and wondering when that seven foot monster is going to come looking for me.

Andrew Fulton: You might have a point, but it appears I will need a ride.

Jeremy Tucker: If that is a hint, then why can't you get a ride from your buddies in the KGB.

Andrew Fulton: Maybe I could get Mister Pesci to cover my ride since D
Doomsday. He should take it out of his paycheck.

Jeremy Tucker: Go right ahead but I would not want that guy coming after me.

[edwarddubin0604]

(Olympia has just finished warming up and is jumping up and down and is loosening up as the door to the locker room opens and Glamourous Glenda comes in.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Hey Olympia."

Olympia: "Hey Glamourous Glenda it's been quite a while since I last saw you."

Glamourous Glenda: "It's been quite a while."

Olympia: "So what's up."

Glamourous Glenda: "You've been gone for the last few months."

Olympia: "Yeah I've been quite busy promoting SWAT. I've been appearing and participating in Judo and Taekwondo seminars. I've also been spending time with my family and enjoying my vacation and appearing at comic cons. Now I'm back and I'm back and I'm ready to compete again and I want to once again hold my SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship."

Glamourous Glenda: "Well a lot has changed since you left."

Olympia: "Tell me."

Glamourous Glenda: "Suzie Spitz won the SWAT World Heavyweight Title from Radu Matei."

Olympia: "But...."

Glamourous Glenda: "Radu Matei intentionally placed her on top of him in order to screw Lynn Brewster from becoming GM again."

Olympia: "You know what I call what he did. I call that an acgt of cowardice that's unforgivable. That's not what a worthy champion and it will never be considered worthy of a true champion."

Glamourous Glenda: "he did elevate the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship to new heights."

Olympia: "Yeah and I elevated the SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship to it's greatest heights and I faced many competitors. I my have lost my title on two different occasions but I didn't take the cowards way out."

Glamourous Glenda: "I can attest to that."

Olympia: "Yeah in the SWAT Pan Amazon Divisions early days three years ago we had some great battles even before the title was born. I won that title in one of the bloodiest briefcase Money In The Bank Ladder Matches ever."

Glamourous Glenda: "Which brings us to this match. This is a Hardkore World style match called a Hardkore Helloween Barbed Wire Match. It's one of the bloodiest matches ever."

Olympia: "I'm used to barbed wire since I was subjected to barbed wire bats and barbed wire wrapped around my face and head so this is nothing new except the ring is wrapped in barbed wire."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know it won't be just you and Radu Matei. You're facing Hells Bouncer, Jade, along with the mother-Daughter team of Lynn Brewster and Marie Caedes as well as Psychotic Goth and Russian Assassin II and Tuxedo Mask along with Buster Friendly and Drama."

Olympia: "I know Jade since she and Kim helped train me and they are tough and believe me Jade is very tough."

Glamourous Glenda: "She and Kim joined KGB."

Olympia: "I didn't know that."

Glamourous Glenda: "It's true."

Olympia: "They made their choice and they have to live with it."

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of the other participants."

Olympia: "I know both Marie Caedes and Lynn Brewster since both defeated me for my SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. I defeated Marie Caedes and so we still have one match we owe each other and I'm going to kick her ass before pinning it to settle our trilogy once and for all. I respect Lynn Brewster more since she was a better GM than Joe Pesci is an owner."

Glamourous Glenda: "Radu cost her a chance to win back her position."

Olympia: "He's going to pay for that too if Lynn gets her hands on him."

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of Russian Assassin II."

Olympia: "Is this a Rocky IV or a Balboa joke or some awful right wing jingoism."

Glamourous Glenda: "It's none of those. There's a real Russian Assassin II, who's the son of the original Russian Assassin."

Olympia: "Okay he's a real life right wing jingoism who resembles Ivan Drago. Well I'm not going to back down from anyone who's in the ring with me and is in my way to regaining my SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Championship."

Glamourous Glenda: "Hells Bouncer seemed to have complimented you but not by much."

Olympia: "Why should that be surprising since he cares more about tiles than respecting opponents. Still he's not going to get into my way and I'm going to stop at nothing to win my ring match and go on to win the overall match."

Glamourous Glenda: "You know Psychotic Goth has been quite busy lately being in the EOD Tournament and being in AWF's Fired Up Tournaments."

Olympia: "He's as dangerous as he is Hardcore and he could also go all the way. Psychotic Goth's the most hardcore wrestler there is and he'll always be that way no matter who tries to tame him or even rein in his violent nature."

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of Buster Friendly and Drama's situation."

Olympia: "I don't know who Drama is but I know Buster Friendly was Beelzebozo."

Glamourous Glenda: "He's trying to unleash Beelzebozo again."

Olympia: "Drama should not wish for that because if he does it won't end well for Drama. Beelzebozo was dangerous and Buster Friendly knows that his split personality is more dangerous than Drama realizes. Unless Drama wants to die and there will be no drama in that and that's not a joke or a pun. I'm deadly serious about that comment since my husband Xiaolong has a similar demon in him but he doesn't unleash it unless it's in a match."

Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of Tuxedo Mask."

Olympia: "I remember his days in Hardkore World and he's a very tough veteran. He's going to be tough to beat but I feel I can do it and I know I can win this event. I want my title back and nothing shall stand in my way not even the competitors in my ring match and not even SUzi Spitz. I still owe her for cheating me out of my golden ticket victory in the Three Cages of Fear Match two years ago. Right now I'm going to handle my business."

(She leaves the locker room.)

Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia's psyched and ready for this event. Back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

[frostbite]

Somewhere in the depths of this arena...

Our camera crew is trying to do there very best to follow up on a story as they are seeking an interview to get with Frostbite but they are sent out to the other side of the arena where totally darkness as if someone forgot to pay the electric bill on this side of the arena. The crew is taking there sweet old time, but in the process.

BAM.....

Camera crew member: Son of a bitch.. I can not see where the hell we are going. Besides I drop the camera. This is great, I hope it is still working.

Somehow in the dark the cameraman is able to figure out that the camera is still working. They continue on their journey trying to move on to find Frostbite. After moving a few more feet or so we think, we hear something, a hissing sound. Our brave camera crew stop for a second.

Cameraman: What in the fuck is that noise.

Another member of the crew make a some noise and a small light is flashed around as it appears one of the crew members is using the flashlight off of their cellphone, as the move it around they hear the hissing noise get closer and closer, they move the light toward the floor as they suddenly spot four snakes as the crew member drop their phone and out goes the lights once again.

Crew member: Son of a bitch. I think I broke my phone. But I am not reaching down to find out either. What in the hell?

Voice: Ah yes, hell..

Suddenly from whatever we are in this building, a light is shown we see a pair of arms but nothing else, the left arm is reaching down with a lighter in their hand as they light what appears to be a pumpkin and this person dies with their right arm the same but with another pumpkin. Our cameraman tries to zoom in on the pumpkins, we see that it is carved out to look like Paul Soutter on the left and Joe Pesci on the right.

Voice: I hope you like.. i try my best. And relax, the snakes do not bite, at least I do not think they do.

The crew is taking any chances at all, they are staying where they are. They try to zoom in on someone sitting in a rocking chair and facing a wall. This person has short blonde hair but other than that the candlelight does not give off such a good light. They get to their feet as they turn toward the camera all we can see is the intense look in their blue eyes but nothing else, from what we can gather we believe we have found Frostbite.

Frostbite turns back around and sits back in the rocking chair looking towards the wall, and he rocks the chair back and forth.

Frostbite.. I hope you once again like my work. I have been carving pumpkins since I was 8 years old. I have been told that I do a good job. I came to other side to get my thoughts together because today, I get a chance to unless hell on SWAT. Barbed wire everywhere, battle royal, tag team match and singles match all to determine who is truly hardcore right. I get the fact the history of this match was started in hardkore world. Sounds like something twisted that they just might come up with. And wouldn't you know several former members of that company are involved in this. So I guess they are the favorites to win the cup. I get that it stands with good reason to believe such. Johnnie Valentine is involved in this, the man who made hardkore world what it was.

He rocks even faster in the chair.

Frostbite.. The cup has great tradition even a couple involved have a chance to be two time winners. It would be a high honor.. However, ladies and gentlemen, I think it is high time for the cold hearted bastard to really show you such brutality or should I say how hardcore I can do really be. I have no problem at all having the skin rip from my body and watch my blood spill all over the ring or this arena. I spilled my share in 16 years in this sport so what is another drop of my blood mean to me. I guess for a lack of a better term with all most go through hell to win the cup. Nights like tonight are what made me famous. I have been set in fire twice in my career and you think some barbed wire is going to really scare me?

One of the snakes crawl over to Frostbite as he reaches down and picks it up as he allows it to wrap itself around his left arm.

Frostbite.. However what should scared of is what I am going to do to you accomplish my goal of winning the cup. You see some might not care about the cup, but too me there is a greater story that needs to be told. You see I told the wrestling world when I gave here, that I was going to burn SWAT to the fucking ground. Sure I have caused the KGB and Paul some trouble, but what have I done really? Nothing to be honest. Am I being hard on my shelf?

Yes, I am but the truth hurts. So tonight,I am going out there and win the cup. I want my Paul Soutter to have to look me in my blue eyes and with my name carved on the cup the winner. I want him to be pissed off because he has no choice to hand me that cup. I might be a bloody mess, but I will be called a winner and the end of the night and that will eat away at Soutter. That my friends is only the beginning of the end. The cup, and then the world title. Paul will die if all that happens and it will all come to past. But first I must get win a battle royal.

The snake moves upward until he wraps himself around the back of Frostbite neck.

Frostbite.. Two young men, I do not know too much about Benjaim Bolt and Trent Jones. In someway there might be to their advantage. Nobody knows too much about them, do not have the time to study any film on them. However tonight they picked a bad tonight to try and make a name for themselves. Gentlemen, I welcome you to SWAT but this could very well be your last match.

Yes Paul or Joseph bitch Joanne Cannelli. We have done this act before and it did not turn out well for me and you think this time just because some barbed wire surrounds us that you have this match in hand, well listen up bitch, you walked right into my world and trust me your ass is going to get cut up.

Blaze Freya, I have respect for your work. But you my dear are completely out of your element here. I would suggest some type of teamwork because I believe if my math is correct it is what maybe three members of the KGB involved in this match. Hell maybe we work together and you and I can find out who had the best.

Powerhouse, this guy will be a tough one. I would make you the same offer that I just gave Blaze. We get rid of the KGB and best individual win, but I know you are not looking to do that, Powerhouse, I look forward to proving you that I am the best around.

Jr Wrangler, we have fought against each other, and you have me everything I had, tonight I am going to show you another wife of Frostbite that you never though possible.

Tong Fairtex and Kim, Tong I am simply trying to understand when dud you decide to become a KGB bitch. Okay maybe the results are not too bad after all you are one half of the tag team champions but you could have won those without being part of the sissy group. But what is done or done and I look forward to hearing you two bitches and bloody you all up so you can going running to uncle Paul and tell him that is plan failed and that I was just too much for you to handle.

Kim, I know you are as tough as they come, but after slap your ass right through that barbed wire, maybe you could use a real man to help you heal those wounds because trust me they are going to be plenty.

The snake unwrap itself from around Frostbite neck as it starts to crawl down his body and back into the floor.

Frostbite.. When I get past that I must team up with someone in bracket number four or battle royal number four.

Cobryn is simply a legend what has he not done, and would be a good partner, but if he gets that far, I promise you if we meet each other in the finals. A new legend will be born.

Phantom Fairtex, well I bitch slap your brother and then team with you. I could do worse I suppose, but do I really trust you to help get us to the finals. If that happens well I get to bitch slap you both in one night.

Johnnie Valentine, would it be to funny if you win the battle royal and have to team with me and we are the final two standing. But think about how funny it would feel if Frostbite beats you at your own game. I am sure you were looking at point as some Cinderella story this just might be your crowning achievement by winning the cup. But you remember the story it turns back to a pumpkin after midnight and your dreams will die at my hands.

Kilroy Evans I would like for it to be you. We could make it work, and once we get to the last match, I remember years ago you beat me, I think tonight I return the favor and defeat one of hardkore world finest.

Alex Simms and Johnnie Rockstar all I can say is good luck because you are going to need it.

Avery McCullen, we have gone to war and yes I did win, but I have no problem with teaming with you and kicking somebody ass and then beating you to a bloody pulp to win the cup.

Linda La Frey I respect what you have done around here, and look forward to the chance if it were you and I, as a tag team and then going to eat and me beating you within an inch of your life.

Marty Donovan, it has been years, I worked for you before and now we might had the chance to team together and maybe face each other for the cup. That is right you have won this cup before but on this night history will not repeat itself. I plan on winning this thing.

Doomsday and Lucifer I wish you the best of luck and it would be an honor to have either you as my partner and Lucifer I hear what you say earlier it would be a pleasure to beat either one if you as well.

Frostbite slowly gets up as he grabs the pumpkin that looks like Pesci and puts it next to the one that looks like Soutter.

Frostbite.. Tonight, this is not about the KGB., Tonight is not about the Valentine or Donovan or Evans, nope you have had for fun. Tonight this is all about me..

Frostbite wins the fucking cup,..

And that my friends is a spoiler alert..

Frostbite blows out the candles..

[SWAT Team]

[We return to the entrance position, and a couch and coffee table and the rest of the Suits Suite are set up on the ramp way.]

[Peel their caps back by Ice T hit. We see the Bandit Mobil heading to the entrance to the rampway, The Suit, Mad Dog Paul Soutter standing in the back of it with The Compton Colossal Bruno beside him, arms folded, muscles bulging and dark sunglasses on. The fans booing, some cheering and showing the KGB colors.].

[On the SWAT tron we see doctored footage of Tom Cruise jumping up and down on the couch imposed in the ring. Then more doctored footage showing Rick James/ Dave Chappelle on his back stamping his feet on the couch. FUCK_ YO_ COUCH. Now a shot of Heidi giving Suit a lap dance on the couch on the SWAT Tron.]

Soutter : Welcome to SUITS SUITE!!!

Tonight, I have the most special guest lined up for you all here on Suits Suite, but first things first.

Did you all see me just mow through a dozen of SWAT’s finest?

[Crowd Booo]

Paul Soutter : You got to be kidding me, it was a Herculean effort. I took down the mighty Brian Acres. Made mincemeat of Sabrina, chewed her up and spat her out.

[Suit leers at the camera, it’s a vulgar site and it turns the stomach.]

Paul Soutter : The OZ’s! Indians! You name them in SWAT! I just single-handedly took them OUT!

You want to know why? Cause I am all that!

I’m... THE_SHIT!

I’m the Mad Dog from Melbourne!

I’m THE MENACE!

The Center of Attention!

Paulie Motha Fuckin Soutter!

THE_FOUNDER!

Founder Morons!

I’m THE Big Bad Bustling BANDIT!!!!

I’m Loud and Proud and Well Endowed!

I got the Skill to Thrill!

The Name to Entertain!

I am about to whoop another 3 turkeys in this gimmick tag team barbed wire rope match and then destroy my partner after I do it and win this Helloween Cup, and .... I LIKE IT LIKE THAT!

Want to know what else I like?

My guest tonight.

One reason why.

We have been here in the XHF since March. Fifteen Shows.

15!

In that time we have seen the cream of the crop return to SWAT! The biggest names in the businesses history! You know them all, we love them all. I’m about to squash three more of them.

BUT ....

In that time, we have never seen one XHF member set foot in this place.

What’s up with that?

Well! That all changes. Right here. Right Now.

Let me introduce to you all.

The only person in the whole XHF with the balls to set foot in a SWAT Ring.

DUKE FUCKIN KOSLOFF!!!!

Come on DOWN!

The arena goes pitch black as pyros start to light up throughout the arena as the arena fills with smoke and flames. A monster of a man slowly appears walking to the ramp as passes by men standing in hooded robes symbol for Chaos on them as they all hold the Book of Chaos in their hands. Pyros shoot flames into the air you can hear "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold playing. Duke making his way to the Suite set up, standing there like a God as he looks at Paul Soutter.


Paul Soutter : Duke. An honor to meet you, Sir.

Duke Kosloff : It's great to be here.

Paul Soutter : Let’s get right to it. Why SWAT?

Duke Kosloff : You want to know why SWAT. Simple I need competition and new victims to make FEEL THE BURN as I make them BELIEVE IN THE NIGHTMARES!!!

Paul Soutter : You know, we ain’t no minor league Indy fed where you can sign up and get thrown gold belts. We are THE PROMISE LAND! You sure you are up to it?

Duke Kosloff : Listen here I don't care about your gold trinkets, let me set something straight right now I have never been handed anything. I have always earned my success and just like I hold the Asylum championship I will hold the SWAT title when I decide too if I decide too.

Paul Soutter : That I look forward to seeing.

Duke Kosloff : Then pay attention and watch as you will never know when I will decide to turn Swat into my personal fiery playground.

Paul Soutter : So, did you see my match earlier tonight when I whooped them Jamookes?

Duke Kosloff : Can't say I did, but I know who you are.

Paul Soutter : Well. Pay close attention pal. Watch, and learn and enjoy the night off, because after tonight, let me tell you, it’s going to get Real Real for you, Real Quick!

Duke Kosloff : REAL, REAL, you haven't seen real yet but your about too.

Paul Soutter : I sure hope so.

[Suit offers his hand to Duke.]

Duke Kosloff : Pay attention and learn and SWAT may survive this "Russian Nightmare"!

Paul Soutter : (holding onto the grip) All the best here, remember who is who and you will go a LONG way, I have no doubt.

Duke Kosloff : (also holding his grip) You would do well to remember who I am and what I am capable of and you and SWAT could go a long way as well.